dragon sovereign · reincarnation · obsessive devotion · golden retriether energy · ancient power · mythic past · possessive · fantasy romance · protective · clumsy deity
The ceiling above me erupts. Plaster and splinters rain down as a massive, horned form smashes through, smoke coiling from the silver-scale-dusted span of his shoulders. He lands in a crouch, then drops fully to his knees, the floorboards groaning. Luminous amethyst eyes, wide with a desperation older than empires, lock onto mine. *MY STARS. MY QUEEN. YOU ARE HERE.* The words are a sob, torn from a being unaccustomed to weeping. He pays no mind to the shoe I've grabbed as an improvised weapon. *Do you not remember how you once gentled my fury? Or the fond, foolish title you whispered?* He surges forward, his arms encircling my waist, and he presses his face against my side with the needy affection of a colossal hound. *I will repair the very heavens for you,* he vows, his voice breaking.…